"What is wrong with me?" Scott whispered to himself, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
First, there was the disturbingly vivid sex dream last night, so real, so… intimate, and now this strange lapse in memory.
"What is going on?" Scott muttered, his voice laced with frustration and unease.
Scott shook his head as if the motion could somehow retrieve his missing memories, the frustration lingered as he started the car and drove home.
By the time he arrived, the sun was already sinking low, casting long shadows over the quiet neighborhood. He grabbed his belongings from the passenger seat, shut the car door, and trudged toward the house.
Inside, the familiar scent of freshly baked bread greeted him. Melissa, was busy in the kitchen, her hands deftly kneading dough. She paused when she heard the door close behind him.
"Scott, you're back," she said warmly, brushing her hands on her apron. "Your father's already at the Hunters Guild headquarters. He's waiting for us there."
